Lilith instinctively fingered her headphones as the bell rang. She sat with her ‘friends’, who were currently talking about some random guy they found ‘hot’. Originally, she liked spending time with them. They made up for Lilith’s coldness with warm, friendly personalities. Lately, though they had started talking about things she hated, and they had the nerve to call her Lili. She hated it.

She had spotted some other Gifted and gave a nod of acknowledgement to them. She looked back to her ‘friends’ and internally sighed. They were wearing pastel, skirts, shorts, and sparkly flip-flops. F*** my life. She had just thrown on whatever was clean. A black top with a gold Triforce on it, light blue jeans, and an electric blue hoodie with black sleeves. A far cry from the clothes next to her.

Lilith could hear them whispering, about how she’s such a loser and she shouldn’t be in their group. She didn’t pay them any mind. Getting up, she groaned. She hated her schedule. Goddamn World History first thing. Abandoning them and heading towards the classroom, she pulled her back pack up before it slipped off her shoulders. She quickly took a seat in the back, got out a pencil, eraser, and paper, and immediately started drawing.